Sunday, May 15

Body: Got up feeling surprisingly good. A touch stiff all over, tight right bicep, and hams that didn't enjoy foam rolling, but otherwise nothing. Logged a lifting session in which the press was a grind but do-able, squats felt fantastic, dead-hang wide-grip pulls felt gorgeous, and bench was a grind. So, moderate results / best I could expect. I was even considering some sort of deadlift variation, but played it conservative and kept recovery at the forefront. I would really love to Do All The Things and wish my body would comply, but I have to keep reminding myself that it won't. It just fucking won't, and I have to accept that. Spontaneously joined the TROUSers for a Sunday afternoon LCSP romp that went better than I anticipated. Hanky needed water breaks that I also appreciated, and we took a full detour for a 10-minute walking spell that I kind of needed more than he. Other than that, 6 miles is damned impressive for us both! And afterward, I was dead tired. Couch time, yo.

Brain: Good. Quiet morning that included sitting outside in the sunshine with coffee & a book. Chores accomplished. Put together some numbers for boss boys that are a little less terrifying than I suspected they'd be. Hammock time. LCSPing with pals and pooch. Dog park to visit Hank's girlfriend (and like a dozen other energetic dogs). Sunshine and relative warmth. Love me some Sundays, man.

About Me

And every day, the world will drag you by the hand, yelling, "This is important! And this is important! And this is important! You need to worry about this! And this! And this!"
And each day, it's up to you to yank your hand back, put it on your heart and say, "No. This is what's important."
--Iain Thomas